Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Post CNY Update
Chinese New Year is over, and the angpow collection business is rather terrible this year. The amount I collected (excluding those from my own parents) totaled up to less than last year's; and last year's was less than half of RM500. And our dear Government said that the economy was picking up. The tanking of the angpow industry told me that they had been lying all along.
Well, it's tradition. The monetary value attached to a red packet isn't really that important, I guess. And hey, it's the Government. Try naming one that doesn't lie.
As always, I fell sick after coming home from the CNY holidays. Mr. Throat Infection (I gotta find out his name from the doctor) and accompanying fever symptoms came a-visiting. Even my close pal, Mr. Oral Ulcer, dropped in for a visit, bringing his entire family along.
So imagine how pissed off I was when I, a sick man, woke up too early in the morning with a plugged nose and a throat as sore as a pair of jeans on the Oscars' Red Carpet, and discovered nine brand-spanking-new mosquito bite marks (that's a conservative number because I may have missed some) on my body. Oh joy!
It's as though natural selection decided to play a cruel trick on all mankind and gave the bloody pest the ability to sniff out people who are already in pain, in addition to it already being a carrier of a myriad of debilitating diseases.
If the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse had familiars, Pestilence's would be a friggin' mosquito.
I am all for wiping that blasted insect off the face of the planet. What kind of ecological niche does it fill, seriously? It's an almost irrelevant part of any food chain (not a major predator or prey), so Nature's only use for the creature must be as a very morbid method of population control, the likes of Ebola and the bubonic plague included. Or maybe she likes to watch us squirm and scratch, and when she's really bored, a play-by-play of some poor soul kicking the bucket from malaria or dengue. That sadistic bitch.
And thus, in conclusion, I quote the wise words of the guys at Hitz.fm: "Don't take any chances. Kill them before they kill you." And especially for all you people out there who make love to numbers, here's a simple mathematical proof of why mosquitoes should be wiped out:
Well, it's tradition. The monetary value attached to a red packet isn't really that important, I guess. And hey, it's the Government. Try naming one that doesn't lie.
As always, I fell sick after coming home from the CNY holidays. Mr. Throat Infection (I gotta find out his name from the doctor) and accompanying fever symptoms came a-visiting. Even my close pal, Mr. Oral Ulcer, dropped in for a visit, bringing his entire family along.
So imagine how pissed off I was when I, a sick man, woke up too early in the morning with a plugged nose and a throat as sore as a pair of jeans on the Oscars' Red Carpet, and discovered nine brand-spanking-new mosquito bite marks (that's a conservative number because I may have missed some) on my body. Oh joy!
It's as though natural selection decided to play a cruel trick on all mankind and gave the bloody pest the ability to sniff out people who are already in pain, in addition to it already being a carrier of a myriad of debilitating diseases.
If the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse had familiars, Pestilence's would be a friggin' mosquito.
I am all for wiping that blasted insect off the face of the planet. What kind of ecological niche does it fill, seriously? It's an almost irrelevant part of any food chain (not a major predator or prey), so Nature's only use for the creature must be as a very morbid method of population control, the likes of Ebola and the bubonic plague included. Or maybe she likes to watch us squirm and scratch, and when she's really bored, a play-by-play of some poor soul kicking the bucket from malaria or dengue. That sadistic bitch.
And thus, in conclusion, I quote the wise words of the guys at Hitz.fm: "Don't take any chances. Kill them before they kill you." And especially for all you people out there who make love to numbers, here's a simple mathematical proof of why mosquitoes should be wiped out:
The world would be a better place, Q.E.D.Zhen was here at 3:24 am,
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Friday, February 16, 2007
Tag, again
Because I'm totally bored out of my mind, I've finally decided to oblige Mr. Darren Ng Peck Yun by completing this tag:
Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!
Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!
- I have a pretty flexible body; I am double-jointed in the shoulders, and I can put both my feet behind my head. The stupidest thing about this, though, is that I can't even touch my own toes while I'm standing.
- Sometimes I spontaneously break into song for apparently no reason at all, whenever I feel like it. Most especially in the car or in the toilet.
- I have a thing for old movies, and by old I mean I wasn't born yet back then.
- I wear dentures.
- I used to have a morning ritual which began with me brushing my teeth for about three minutes, then taking a shower, and right before I leave the toilet, I'd look into the mirror and begin talking and smiling to myself. Now I don't do it as often. At least, not the mirror part.
- My favourite bands are the Beatles and Queen. In alphabetical order.
As usual, I'm not going to spam other people with this, but if you're bored and need something to put on your blog, feel free to fool yourself into believing that you've been tagged.
Zhen was here at 12:17 pm,
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Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Valentine's Day 2007
Here it comes, again. Valentine's Day. The world's number one mass-marketed and wholly-manufactured celebration. I've got nothing against it, but I don't recall really celebrating it either.
Well, actually I did, but only once, back in Secondary School. And that one time left me with a broken confidence for quite a long while (made me think twice whenever I talked to girls; I was pretty pathetic back then).
Then three years ago, I commented about the amount of attention a friend of mine received during Valentine's Day. You see, in 2004, this friend of mine got 55 roses from a number of admirers. It prompted me to e-mail her this poem (she wasn't from my school):
Well, actually I did, but only once, back in Secondary School. And that one time left me with a broken confidence for quite a long while (made me think twice whenever I talked to girls; I was pretty pathetic back then).
Then three years ago, I commented about the amount of attention a friend of mine received during Valentine's Day. You see, in 2004, this friend of mine got 55 roses from a number of admirers. It prompted me to e-mail her this poem (she wasn't from my school):
Valentine's Day Complaint
As sure as birds will fly
And lawyers lie
Valentine's Day
Is here to stay
A day of celebration
Of young hopefuls' admiration
Of fancied members
Of the opposite (or in some cases, same) gender
Some get roses
Others sugary pleasures
Unfortunately for most
There's nothing to boast
Without a significant other
This day is like any other
Just another 24 hours
Of plodding through life's sewers
Bored as heck
From college (yes, I have classes on Saturdays) I came back
I wrote this poem
To kill my boredom
Yes, I'm complaining
Damn, it's friggin' irritating
There's nothing to do
But sit in this chair and rue
For to me, Louie Yin
This day has no meaning
I'm so lonely T_T
I'm part of the majority
Yes, the majority
We need lots of pity
For unlike a certain someone (hint, hint -_-)
Received roses, two dozen and twenty one!
So send me your condolences
Or letters, or messages
Or pictures, or more
At 016-3686834 ^_^
And before I stop rhyming
And start my proper e-mail writing
I want to wish your health good
And a better Valentine's Day to boot
(Note that I have already changed my phone number, and that I wrote the poem in less than 10 minutes)
While I was in the hostel in Singapore, V-Day passed without me even realising that it was there. Now that I'm back here and because I've not posted anything in almost two weeks, I decided to write another poem commemorating Singles' Appreciation Day:
This Day Of Remembrance
And so it arrives, knocking at the door,
The day of remembrance of an overlooked saint
Whose name remained in popular lore,
Yet causes unwarranted stress and strain,
Birthed from tales of sacrificial lambs,
An excuse for birth of affection feigned.
Though love so pure can from normal men stem,
More often than not, the heart does lie,
Catastrophes blamed on bodily phlegm.
Pitiful are flowers that wantonly try
To draw in a bee with petals of flame
When nectar alone will get them by,
For even Venus beat the fly at the game.
So thus I lie in waiting for the one
Who pierces my being by the whisper of her name,
And then I shall make this day of this month
No more or less important than another;
Every moment burns, fiery like the Sun.
The foolish are not mistaken, but rather
Seizing the day for unconditional love.
I too realise the folly of my endeavours,
But never will I let the florists and cardmakers gain
From this day of remembrance of an overlooked saint.
I haven't written a poem in a long time. But anyway, to those who have something planned for tomorrow, enjoy yourselves! Appreciate what you have, and don't just do it on Valentine's when everything is at least five times more expensive. Y'know, if Malaysian pragmatism did the talking, everybody would be celebrating their relationships in December, when everything is on sale.
As well as for those like me, let us all raise a glass to better prospects and a brighter future!
As well as for those like me, let us all raise a glass to better prospects and a brighter future!
Zhen was here at 12:31 am,
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Monday, February 05, 2007
Pointlessness
